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Sam did not know where the sudden surge of energy had come from. He had been sitting on the chair, protecting the rest of the group, just as Dean had said. He had felt his eyes start to droop, fighting off sleep, when he heard a horrible sound. It was the sound of Dean yelling in pain, followed by a loud thud.

Sam's eyes had popped open and all feeling of fatigue was gone. He ran up the stairs, despite the yells of warning and worried of the others. He had then guessed that it was his fear for his brother that had driven him, now he guessed it was his love.

But that did matter right then, because as soon as Sam burst through the hatch, he saw his brother lying on the ground, the monster advanced quickly. He aimed his gun and took a shaky shot, hitting the monster directly in the shoulder.

The beast let out a howl, but Sam barely even noticed, for he was consumed in worried. When the monster ran away, Sam tried to go to his brother's side, but he discovered all his energy had evaporated. "Dean," he yelled.

Once again, he was met with the all too familiar feeling of shrinking. "NO!" his mind cried. He had to reach Dean. He tried to crawl, but he found his arms as heavy as lead. He knew his body was shutting down and that he didn't have much time. With one last ump of energy, he cried out, "Dean!" Then his eyes closed with a flutter, and he collapsed.

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"SAMMY!" Dean yelled, trying desperately to get his stunned, frozen body to move. Finally, he started to crawl. His body ached and wanted him to stop, but Dean ignored it. He had to reach Sammy.

How was this possible? Sam was just standing up, steady on his feet, and now he lay in a crumpled ball, unmoving.

"It's because he wasted all his very limited energy saving you," the evil voice in side Dean's head hissed, "Now that slight chance that he would make it through this has evaporated. He killed himself to save you."

"Shut up! He is not dead and he's not dying! Now, shut the fuck up!" Dean's pained mind screamed.

At last, he reached his brother's side. "Sammy! Sammy," he cried, "Please, don't do this. You have to wake up. Fuck… Sammy, please! God damn it, Sam."

Sam was breathing and his heart beat was only a little slow, but he would not wake, and his body was shivering convulsively. Dean pulled him up into a sitting position so Sam leaned against Dean's chest. From here, Dean rapped his arms about his baby brother, trying to warm him.

"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY! GRAYSON! JOSH! HILARY! ANNIE! HELP!"

They came quickly, gentle carrying the Winchesters down the stairs, Dean refusing to let go of his Sammy. When they finally tried to pry Sam from Dean's protective grip, Dean nearly lashed out on them.

"Dean, Dean, stop, stop," Hilary begged. She grabbed his face and forced him to look into her eyes, "Dean, we have to check on Sam, but I am almost positive he is just sleeping. So you are going to have to let go of him now. I swear to you that we will take care of him."

The death grip was released and Sam was put in his chair by the fire. "Who I am really worried about is you, Dean," said Hilary, inspecting the gash on Dean's forehead. "Looks like you hit your head pretty hard. Do you know if you lost consciousness?"

"No, I didn't. Hilary, stop, I'm fine. Go take care of Sam."

"Sam is taken care of. Let's clean out this wound."

With an exasperated sigh and one final look at his brother, who was now sleeping by the fire, Dean turned back to Hilary and said, "Work your magic, Doc."

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Dean held his breath as the rubbing alcohol streamed into the gash, causing him severe pain. He let out a small yell and closed his eyes tight.

When the pain finally passed, he opened his eyes to worried face of Hilary. "You ok?" she asked. "I will be as long as you don't pour anymore of that acid onto my brain."

She smirked and shook her head, knowing that he was fine. "I'm going to go check on Sam now, ok?"

"That's funny; I was just going to go check on him myself."

"No, you stay here. You've got a minor concussion and you need to lie down."

"Fiinnee." "Crazy, bitchy doctor, always telling me what to do," he mumbled jokingly, just loud enough for her to hear.

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Dean opened his eyes and searched the room. He had just been awoken my something, but he couldn't tell what. He reached for the knife that he kept under his pillow.

He sat there straining his ears and eyes for about 2 minutes when he decided it was nothing. Dean turned over and laid back down, closing his eyes. He was almost asleep when he heard it again, an unmistakable noise coming from the kitchen.

Pulling out his knife once again, he headed towards the room, which was more like an alcove with an extra wall. He plucked a small flashlight out of his boot and ran into the kitchen, ready to attack what ever was waiting for him.

"NO Dean, don't stab me!" Sam cried out, dropping the glass of water to the ground.

Dean let out a sigh of relief. "Sammy, what are you doing out of bed?"

"I was thirsty, and everyone was sleeping, and I didn't want to be a burden and wake someone up," Sam said, his words slightly slurred. He was swaying on his feet and his eyes still looked glazed over.

"Sam, you're not a burden, don't think that. Just ask me next time, ok? Let's get you back to bed."

"OK. And Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For everything. When you were out there today, and I thought you were gone, I just thought how I never got to say thank you, I know that you were the one that took care of me ever since we were little and I never thanked you for it, so… thanks, I love you, man"

Dean looked at Sam, holding back a small laugh, for the whole speech had been slurred into one sentence. But even still, the words lifted Dean's heart. But he would never let Sam know that.

"I love you, too, Sammy. Now let's get your ass back to bed before you pass out and I have to carry your fat butt."

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